After passing through the book, the holy son of Mozong became a pillar of righteousness

Yang Guangchi is already at the ninth level of the apocalypse, coupled with his unexpected and treacherous sword style that no one has ever experienced, his real level can even reach the Ziying stage, which is equivalent to a whole level higher than Bai Tingquan. Nearly two big realms, but at this moment, Bai Tingquan beat him down.

Yang Guangchi had fought against so many disciples, so he was experienced after all. He tried his best to keep himself calm, and he was not discouraged when he was defeated, so he analyzed clearly.

Bai Tingquan's sword moves are not very powerful, and the sword body is still wrapped in thick cloth, but there is one thing that is very strange.

Every sword pose of Bai Tingquan carries a majestic and vast power. The power seems to come from the nine heavens, accompanied by thunder and electric shocks. His movements are very agile, and his moves are fast. When one move has not followed, the next move has already caught up.

Yang Guangchi's eyes dimmed slightly.

In order to pursue powerful and strange sword moves, the Eighteen Jutians sacrificed the speed of their moves. In addition, they have also done research on the sword moves of those martial arts sects, and specially formulated methods to target them. Therefore, it is possible to maintain an unbeaten record.

But only, the fast speed of the sword and the urgency of the sword move are their Achilles heel.

Yang Guangchi realized that it would be useless to procrastinate any longer, so he hastily blocked a move, then folded his sword and cupped his hands, wiped away the small wound left in the duel, and said softly: "Yang Guangchi, be taught."

Bai Tingquan's expression didn't fluctuate. He glanced at the remaining nine people who were stunned, and said softly: "I'm in a hurry, you guys, let's go together."

Yang Guangchi had just conceded defeat, and when he heard Bai Tingquan's words, his eyes immediately widened.

Then, he let out a deep sigh.

Eighteen Jutians have devoted themselves to studying sword moves for nearly a hundred years, just for today, to challenge Langjianzong and command the heroes.

Unexpectedly, they couldn't even enter the main entrance of Langjianzong.

Bai Tingquan still had some difficulty dealing with nine people by himself, but the power of thunder in his dantian was overbearing and majestic, and he wanted to leave here without intention, but the sword moves in his hand were getting faster and faster. With such a high strength in his hands, he also awakened his strength, and he cooperated with Bai Tingquan seamlessly, each with a sword, and he showed the tendency to swallow the sky.

Bai Tingquan was slightly wounded by the sword, but he didn't care. He retracted the sword, stood still, and cupped his hands.

On the opposite side lay a bunch of people in disorder.

There were no serious injuries, but they all fell down from exhaustion.

Yang Guangchi was so ashamed that he couldn't hold his head up.

Bai Tingquan didn't have any complacent look on his face, he just nodded at them plainly: "Chengrang, everyone, I'm in a hurry, so I'll go first, you can go in again, the disciples who are really guarding the hall should go to Yangluan Peak Waiting for you."

Everyone waved their hands quickly, and Yang Guangchi hurriedly said: "No, no, I dare to ask your name. After ten years, I will challenge you again."

Bai Tingquan was taken aback for a moment, he felt that these people were really stubborn, how many times he had said that he was no longer the guard...

Bai Tingquan was carrying a small bundle, with a bird on his left shoulder and a puppy on his right shoulder. He lowered his head and pushed aside the group of people blocking his way: "Oh, I don't have a name, but He's just an inconspicuous disciple of sweeping, I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first!"

He slipped so fast that Yang Guangchi had no time to stop him, so he let out a long sigh and watched Bai Tingquan leave in admiration.

"The Sasao disciples of the Langjian Sect are all so powerful. They really deserve to be the number one sect in the cultivation world. I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to catch up after a hundred years of hard work."

Afterwards, Yang Guangchi looked up deeply at the towering peak of Langjianzong, turned around regretfully, led his companions, and left in a low mood.

The legend of the Eighteen Jutians was ended by a Sansao disciple of the Langjian Sect at this time today.

Bai Tingquan slid around while turning his head, afraid that those few members of the Eighteen Jutians would chase after him, and also afraid that Wen Zhi would find out that he had escaped and chased him, so he ran away absent-mindedly for a while, Hong Yu persuaded him to stay away. Resting on the ground, Bai Tingquan shook his head and said: "I haven't left the jurisdiction of Langjianzong yet, if Wen Zhi finds out, I will be finished."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he had bumped into something hard. Bai Tingquan let out a "hum" in pain, rubbed his red nose, swallowed the tears overflowing from his eyes, raised his head, but froze Living.

The figure in front of him was white and glaring, tall and slender, accompanied by a clear fragrance around him, his brows were slightly condensed: "Tingquan, what's the end?"

Bai Tingquan restrained his expression and said softly, "Master."

Wen Zhi looked at the scars all over his body, his eyes were full of helplessness: "Ting Quan, I remember telling you as a teacher, don't go down the mountain without saying..."

Bai Tingquan staggered his gaze, lowered his head, and said vaguely, "Mmm... disciple remembers."

Wen Zhi looked down at him, watching his hair twirling, his eyes gradually drifting away.

The bird and the puppy on his shoulders seemed to be a little afraid of him, curled up in Bai Tingquan's neck.

Wen Zhi pursed his lips lightly, took Bai Tingquan's hand, took out from nowhere the wet and hot cloth towel prepared in advance, patiently and meticulously wiped and treated the wound on Bai Tingquan's hand.

Bai Tingquan frowned, exerted a little force, and wanted to pull his hand out, but his wrist was grabbed by Wen Zhi's hand, and his movement was restrained. He didn't dare to raise his head, and only frowned and pursed his lips.

Wen Zhi raised his eyes to look at him.

Afterwards, he said slowly, "Tingquan, what happened?"

This is the first time for Bai Tingquan to feel the ups and downs of Wen Zhi's emotions. Although it is very short, only for a moment, he still captures it sensitively.

"No... this disciple just wants to take the two of them out for a walk."

Wen Zhi pursed his lips lightly, leaned over, and wiped the blood on Bai Tingquan's cheek cut by the branches. Under this distance, their faces were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. The air flow hit Bai Tingquan's face, Bai Tingquan was slightly startled, and raised his eyes.

But he saw that Wen Zhi's pupils were pitch black, and the moment their eyes met, Wen Zhi's eyes slipped away, and he asked him in a warm voice, "Did you fight with people from the Eighteenth Heavenly Congregation?"

Bai Tingquan nodded slightly.

Wen Zhi's movements were extremely gentle, a ball of spiritual power lit his fingertips, and slowly slid across Bai Tingquan's wound, the blood healed, but Bai Tingquan's mood sank little by little.

Wen Zhi gave him a hug, and said in a hoarse voice, "Ting Quan, don't do this in the future."

At this time, Bai Tingquan was thinking, were these words Wen Zhi said in order to trick him back, so that he could have an explanation to the Xuan Ye Court.

He is just an abandoned son, so why should he be so.

It would make sense if it was just a faking of business as usual to reassure him.

Bai Tingquan lowered his eyes, hiding the sadness in his heart, and gently pushed Wen Zhi's chest with his palm. This resisting movement made Wen Zhi slightly startled. He let go of Bai Tingquan, stood up straight, and asked softly, "Go back?"

Bai Tingquan glanced at the path from a distance, as if giving up, he looked at Wen Zhi again, his eyes were dark, and he nodded slightly.

At this time, Hong Yu jumped violently on Bai Tingquan's shoulder a few times, protesting, but Bai Tingquan didn't seem to see or hear him. He completely ignored Hong Yu, followed Wen Zhi, and walked back to the The path of Langjianzong.

Only then did Bai Tingquan know that no matter where he went, Wen Zhi would know.

Heaven wanted him to die, the Court of Proclamation wanted him to die, and the disciples of Langjianzong wanted him to die, but Wen Zhi didn't want to let him go. It seemed like he couldn't escape anywhere.

It is rumored that the Eighteen Heavenly Congregation kicked the iron plate at the Langjian Sect, and made great strides all the way. These ten people who have played unbeaten records in a row, all lost at the hands of a little Sasao disciple in front of the Langjian Sect. inside.

Almost everyone in the comprehension world was guessing who this Sasao disciple was, but they couldn't figure it out.

Only Wen Zhi knew that it was Bai Tingquan.

Bai Tingquan's comprehension of kendo has been completely opened up, he is talented and intelligent, and he will have a bright future in the future.

Whenever there were some rumors showing everyone's adoration and admiration for that little Sansao disciple, Wen Zhi would only smile shallowly, with a little pride in his eyes.

After seven days of living in peace, Wen Zhi still came to teach him the way of swordsmanship and talisman every day, but Bai Tingquan could no longer show a happy and relaxed smile like before.

Wen Zhi would sometimes try to liven up the atmosphere, but his nature was indifferent, making it difficult to take effective actions, and often only attracted Bai Tingquan's surprised gaze.

Wen Zhi has lived for so many years, the favored son of heaven, his path of swordsmanship is unimpeded, but he always feels that when facing his little apprentice, he encounters a huge problem.

He only knows what is in his heart: he wants to make Bai Tingquan happy.

But with all his efforts, it seems that he can't find the key, can't scratch the itch, and he feels very powerless.

He had a feeling out of thin air.

Bai Tingquan was drifting away from him.

The seven days passed quickly, and it was the day when the armistice agreement discussion meeting of the Greedy Fen Court was announced.

This is a Hongmen banquet.

Bai Tingquan played with the milky white passing jade token in his hand.

Hong Yu faltered: "Master, what should I do?"

Bai Tingquan chuckled: "What should I do?"

Hong Yu carefully looked at Bai Tingquan's face: "Master, the Lord asked me to send you a letter..."

Bai Tingquan lowered his eyes and continued to wait for Hong Yu's next words.

"...My lord, my lord said, I want you, master, to hold on for a while longer, no, don't let the armistice agreement be torn up by the righteous way."

Bai Tingquan slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

The news that the Court of Proclamation Ye is going to hold a meeting has spread to the Mozong. The Mozong's vitality has been severely injured, and it depends on a truce agreement to hang its life. At this critical moment, the truce agreement cannot be torn up.

This also means that, as a hostage, he must go to that Hongmen banquet.

If he dies at the meeting, the Demon Sect will naturally have the right to be held accountable. The Sect Master of the Demon Sect has the ability to turn decay into miracles. If he is alive, both parties will love it.

He cannot escape, there is nowhere to escape, he must go.

Bai Tingquan's eyes turned cold, and he smiled softly: "It's okay, don't worry.

"Today, if the righteous way must make me die, I will listen to the spring in vain, and the lone star of the gods will leave a thousand years of harm, how can it be so easy for them to get their wish?

"My way of life is blocked, so I will tear a way out with my own hands."

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It's okay, the misunderstanding will be resolved in the next chapter~